What Makes a Home

Home is a place where I live, you might of passed by a place where I look up into the sky. The sky is a home to thunder and lighting, No bricks are needed just the stars and the moon to keep away the darkness. Houses take sticks and bricks and lights, An empty place you buy. Money and numbers you will use and maybe even visions two . Houses grow alongside you where you live with your mother and dad. To making cookies, and praising the lord and a picture of you from when you were born. Houses you visit and say goodbye to, A home protects you when you cry. Houses you might see but a house it will always be. An empty place lacking noise while mice crawl by the floor. Baseball also needs a home to comfort it when it's alone. You will run the whole way but the home is the end to not keep you a stray.